Why poetry is not an art?
But real heart
From where starts
Flow of human art
It is full of compassion
Guilt admission
Cry from pain
For long time to remain
Words form sentences
That cites instances
Heart aches at some disturbance
Love misses its presence
The words create impact
That speaks of deceptive act
The heart cries fowl
Suppresses wishes for new call
We need no restriction
As love needs adoption
With true feeling
Either from poor or king
hasmukh amathalal
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